An Evening of Domination

Note: I’m not into whips and chains style S&M domination. But teasing torment, keeping a woman right on the edge of orgasm without letting her cum, making her beg to be allowed to orgasm…that’s more my style! A whisper can go a lot farther than a shout when voiced right…

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I was ecstatic that you’d invited me over. The tone of your voice over the phone told me that you were already “in the mood.” I had ideas for what I wanted to do, but first I wanted to surprise you. So I shaved very carefully, removing every vestige of hair from my chin, cheeks and lips.

I knocked on your door, and heard the soft padding of bare feet. You answered the door in that soft bathrobe that looks so good on you and a pair of loose, baggy pajama pants. Not a stitch more.

You invite me in and I embrace you, holding you close, holding you lovingly, letting you feel the smoothness of my face, let you know, without a word being spoken, that I shaved for you today. I kiss you gently, and guide you towards the bed. Before you know it, I have you in bed, your robe undone, baring your beautiful breasts.

In a few moments I had you out of your robe and was easing you out of your pajama pants. I stroked your hair and kissed you, and then whispered softly in your ear, “You’re mine, slut.”

A shiver runs through you, as you look at me, wide-eyed. I place my hand firmly on your chest, holding you down, my eyes never leaving yours as I reach out and grab a couple of your scarves. In a few moments, I’ve tied your wrists and ankles to the bed, leaving you nude, spread-eagle, and helpless.

Without breaking eye-contact, I let my fingertips glide lightly, ever so lightly, over your skin, providing just the slightest touch.